Too Many Books

Kenzie is one of Stella's daycare playmates and NOT our dog. Stella's been bitten a few times at daycare, always on the arm between her elbow and wrist. However, this was the first time she was able to tattle on the kid with the over-active choppers. Kenzie bited. Bad. NO biting, Kenzie. Kenzie bited Yell-ya. Kenzie hurted. My poor Stella! It just about broke my heart. She talked about it all weekend. I will punch that little 'Kenzie. I will encourage retaliation. I felt so bad for Stella that I took her shopping for fall clothes and got us McDonalds which we secretly ate in the car because it was like 5:15 on Sunday (yesterday) afternoon and Daddy was making us chili for dinner. So, yeah.   If our dog Carson ever bit Stella, it would be on like Gangbusters. I'm not entirely sure which one of them moves faster, but they are super cute even in blurryspice photos. 

Carley turned seven in late August. Sheesh. They grow up way too fast, don't they? My sister got her a Caboodle for her birthday -- talk about a blast from the past. I didn't even know that they were still available to buy. But, it makes sense, because they are awesome. *Side note* My grandma used to call my Cabooodle a "Skeedoodle," as she always forgot what it was actually called. Hilarity. Obvi, a little make-up session took place and Carley did my face (photo not available) and then I returned the favor. Carley was so cute when I started giving her the smoky eye. She's all, "My mommy doesn't let me put the eye shadow on the bottom lash line! I'd better go ask her if this is okay." I tried to explain that I was giving her a "rock star night time look" and that on NO occasion would she ever wear this amount of make-up in her second grade classroom. Clearly. Or any make-up at all. Because she's SEVEN. I love her look!

My mommy sucks at blogging regularly. I hope you guys had a happy fourth of July! Sorry it took me until July 7th to say that. (I was in a sparkler coma.)

I know that hardly anyone reads my blog lately since I took a year off, but... Anyone in the market for a custom, personalized potty chair? My dad is one handy man, and he's made several of these beauts for his clients and his grandchildren! I chose the colors and he did the rest. How cute is that magazine rack?! Don't get me started on the toilet paper roll! In theory, Stells is a fan. In reality, she isn't a huge fan of actually trying to go. Well, I'm only joking -- this photo captures the one and only time (so far!) that Stella has pee-peed in her potty. She only looks miserable because she was IS teething. Ohh... and once we are finished potty training, there's a cover to put over the potty seat -- so it turns into a regular chair. And we'll cut some paper towels down to size to fit in the TP area. So... it's pretty legit.  You should buy one. Comment if you need more information, or just if you think this i

5.) Stella loves to jump on the bed. And by loves to jump on the bed, I mean, she says, "Monkey?!" as soon as she wakes up in the morning. Which, in Stella speak, means holdmyhandsandletmejumponyourbedrightnow. 4.) Her second favorite thing is Barney. This is my fault. I allowed her to watch Barney while she ate breakfast one morning, and now she expects to watch it with every meal. She eats better while watching Barney, so I feel like it's a win. 3.) Another favorite is making bubble-beards while in the bath. Last night, she took a bath with her cousin Carley... It was a nice break for me, since I am usually next to the tub, fully clothed -- but yet I still end up covered in bubbles from my nostrils to my neck. Minimum. 2.) No complaints here -- Stella loves to read books. Goodnight Moon is her favorite. Her Dad and I can both recite it from memory because we've read it so many times! Stella loves to point at the bunny in his bed and tell

Oh, come on. You know I can't be completely silent -- even on Wordless Wednesday. Back when I wasn't blogging, I went on a cruise to attend the nuptials of two friends. (Resulting in plentiful, dramatically awesome stories to tell, but I'll save them for another day.) For now, enjoy my two favorite cruise photos: just a little amberleaf the most awesome photo i've ever taken. ever!! We have to go back! We have to go back! ( LOST reference. I miss the islands.) Happy hump day.

Maybe I should complete this meme. I love Stella. Der. People would say that I'm funny. Well, I hope they would. They might say I'm flattering myself. I don’t understand why religion is so important. When I wake up in the morning I hit snooze about four times, then realize the sooner I get up, the sooner coffee will be in my mouth. I lost the necklace my mom and dad gave me when I turned 18. I think my mom's still kinda pissed. Life is beautiful. And messy. Among other things. My past is  novel-worthy, but should probably be a closed book! I get annoyed when I see Matthew Lillard's face on screen. Parties are: better with cake. I wish I had a housekeeper. Dogs are stubbornspice. At least, mine is. Cats are weird to me. But, I've never had one. Tomorrow I’m going to lie to Stella's pediatrician at her 18-month well check. Because I refuse to admit that we still give her two bottles a day! I have low tolerance for people who are rud

Just popping in to say an overdue hello to the blogging world... Secretly, I just remembered that I can blog from work -- but I'm scared that I'll get in trouble. I already spend an obscene amount of time scouring other job opportunities, and that doesn't seem to have attracted any negative attention from the powers that be. So, I'm going to be brave. Let me catch you up on a few things. And, by a few things, I mean Stella. Stellaspice is a person now, as opposed to a baby. She's a full 18 months old. She runs. She has four teeth. She can say strings of words like: "Mommy, love you." "Mommy, up!" "Mommy, jump." "More, more." "Hi, Mommy!" (She says other things that don't involve me. I'm pretty certain she has full-on conversations with her stuffed rabbit, Abby.) She says "peas" instead of "please." She says "Yell-ya" instead of "Stella." She contantl